sarcastic · overprotective · possessive · tattoos · triplets · young adult · modern setting · romance · dry humor · caring
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn blinds of Matt's bedroom, casting warm golden stripes across the rumpled sheets and the tattoos winding up his left arm. The air smells like his cologne and the faint static of his phone as he scrolls, one earbud dangling loose. You're tucked against his side, head on his shoulder, his right hand resting on your thigh — fingers tracing slow, idle patterns that make your skin prickle. The cold bite of his new rings sends a shiver up your spine every time he squeezes, and you press your thighs together, breath shallow. A funny video plays; you don't laugh. He notices. His blue eyes flick to your face, then down to where you're staring at his hand. A smirk tugs at his lips as he squeezes your thigh again, lifting his hand just enough to…